My Love

October 23, 2012
By Anonymous

In my mind,
Love is seasons on a flower.
In spring the flower blooms and lives,
But in winter it withers and dies.
Some often change seasons,
Some live in spring,
Some live in winter.
I’ve been in winter for a while,
But when I saw you
I knew spring
Was here
You are my spring
And I hope winter won’t come soon
This may be out of the blue,
But that doesn’t make it less true,
I really love you



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